I think I have been cursed. I'm sick, my best and only friend is going away for half of the holidays, my English assessment draft completely disappeared from my computer the day before I had to submit it, I keep hitting my arms on things and stubbing my toes, and my phone completely died (Stupid iPhones...), which means that I now have to use my really old and glitchy iPad mini. Yay.

Anyway, this chapter is a request from rocksydney7 and there is a screen shot up above of said request.

Ships: Huh... I have no clue where all the gay went but I'm sure it will be back next chapter!

Warnings: Swearing

—————————

Peter Stark, or Parker as he was referred to at school, loved Hamilton the musical and everybody knew it.

Most people knew well enough to tune him out once he started crying over the deaths of his favourite characters, or screaming about his ships, but others weren't as lucky.

He had even dressed up as Peggy, Eliza, or Angelica every Halloween since he had first heard the musical. Wigs, dresses, makeup, etc.

But that wasn't all.

No, Peter had other ways of showing his love for the musical, some more strange then others. These ways ranged from putting Hamilton posters up in really random places, to changing every single one of his alarms and timers to play a different Hamilton song when they went off.

The last being not a very good idea.

You see, Peter had a tendency to stop whatever he was doing and sing along no matter where he was or who he was around.

And that was exactly what he was doing when Tony decided to go speak to his son.

Peter's homework alarm, which he used to remind himself to do assignments, decided to go off the moment that Tony was about to step through the bedroom doorway.  The music made the billionaire freeze in his place but it was Peter that made him stay there.

Peter had been sitting at his desk, already doing his homework, but stopped and threw himself to his feet the moment the music started playing.

Tony grinned as his son danced around the room, lip singing to the first few verses of Guns and Ships.

'How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower
Somehow defeat a global superpower?
How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire?
Leave the battlefield waving Betsy Ross' flag higher?'

Peter spun around, shaking his hips to the music.

'Yo. Turns out we have a secret weapon!
An immigrant you know and love who's unafraid to step in!
He's constantly confusin', confoundin' the British henchmen
Everyone give it up for America's favourite fighting Frenchman!'

"Lafayette!" Peter screamed, jumping into the splits.

"I'm taking this horse by the reins makin' redcoats redder with bloodstains." This time Peter sung along as he jumped to his feet and pranced around, perfectly in time with the person who plays Lafayette.

Peter jumped into the splits for a second time. "Lafayette!"

"And I'm never gonna stop
Until I make 'em drop
And burn 'em up and scatter their remains,
I'm-"

"Lafayette!" The brunette teen shrieked.

"Watch me engagin' 'em,
Escapin' 'em!
Enragin' 'em.
I'm out!" Peter rapped, his father more and more shocked over his talent.

"Lafayette!"

Peter twirled around, now facing Tony but not seeing him as he was just out of his eyeshot. "I go to France for more funds-"

"Lafayette!"

"I come back with more
Guns
And ships
And so the balance shifts!" Peter smirked, remembering the first time he had heard the song. All the way back then he had thought the song was about crazy fan girls, boys and people in general going to France, shipping a lot of people, then shooting anyone that got in their way.

'We rendezvous
With Rochambeau,
Consolidate their gifts'

Peter didn't sing Washington's part, just swayed along the the music.

"We can end this war at Yorktown, cut them off at sea,
But for this to succeed,
There is someone else we need:" The brunette teen grinned, jumping into the splits for the third time.

'I know'

Peter jumped back up, snapping his fingers sassily as he did so. "Hamilton!"

"Sir, he knows what to do in a trench
Ingenuitive and fluent in French, I mean" Peter sang, not realizing that Tony was staring at him in shocked silence.

"Hamilton!"

"Sir, you're gonna have to use him eventually
What's he gonna do on the bench? I mean" Peter said, shaking his hips and twirling around.

"Hamilton!"

Peter did a backflip, landing on his knees with jazz hands. "No one has more resilience
Or matches my practical tactical brilliance"

"Hamilton!"

"You wanna fight for your land back?" The brunette asked/sang, snapping his fingers again.

"Hamilton!"

'I need my right-hand man back!'

"Hamilton!" He yelled, raising his right hand in the air.

"Ah! Uh, get ya right-hand man back (Get your right-hand man back!)
You know you gotta get ya right hand man back (Your right-hand man back!)"

"I mean you gotta put some thought into the letter (Hamilton!)
But the sooner the better (Hamilton! Hamilton!)
To get your right hand man back! (Ha ha)"  Peter rapped, not noticing that the no longer shocked Ironman had silently entered the room.

'Alexander Hamilton
Troops are waiting in the field for you
If you join us right now, together we can turn the tide'

Peter grinned, continuing to sway to the music.

'Oh, Alexander Hamilton
I have soldiers that will yield for you
If we manage to get this right
They'll surrender by early light
The world will never be the same, Alexander...'

Peter stood there in giddy silence as the music stopped, only being brought out of his daze by the clapping and cheering Billionaire.

"D-Dad? What are you doing here!?" Peter shrieked, face turning bright red.

Tony grinned, ignoring his son's question and obvious embarrassment. "I didn't know you could rap like that! Have you ever done that before?"

"Ah, every now and again." Spider-Man lied, it happened at least 4 times a day, every day. No matter what he was doing or where he was, if Hamilton started playing he would sing along.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever rapped in public?"

Peter pressed his lips together tightly before responding. "Maybe once or twice."

"I won't be made that you kept such a large secret from me if you tell me about one of those times." The billionaire smirked, he wouldn't be angry either way but blackmail is blackmail!

"Flashback time, fuck yeah!" Peter screamed, breaking the fourth wall in a very Deadpool like fashion. He had completely forgotten his earlier embarrassment, now almost glowing in amusement and happiness.

"Huh, wait, what?" Tony asked in confusion, receiving only a blank stare in response.

——FLASHBACK——

"...and that's why Albert Einstein was not known for wearing heals while doing experiments." Peter's science teacher said, drawing a very detailed picture of Einstein in hot pink underwear and high heals on the whiteboard.

The teacher, Mr Crowley, turned around to face the class. "Now, who can tell me why hot pink is definitely Albert Einstein's colour?"

His eyes scanned the room before landing on a sleeping Peter.

"Ah, Mr Parker! Why don't you answer the question?" Mr Crowley announced with a smirk. Peter didn't move a muscle, still sleeping with his head on the desk.

"Mr Parker, Mr Parker!" He tried again, this time worried that maybe something was wrong with his student.

"That's not going to wake him up, sir." Ned said nervously, he didn't like having the attention of the entire class.

The teacher turned his confused and worried eyes towards Ned. "And why exactly would it not?"

"He'll only wake up when his alarm clock goes off or when the song from his alarm clock is played." MJ spoke up, trying to take some of the attention off of her anxious friend.

The teacher had no clue why a certain song would wake Peter up but as long as this song proved that the teen wasn't dead, he didn't really care. "Then play the song, Miss Jones."

MJ nodded, grabbing Peter's phone out of his pocket and putting in the passcode in order to access his music. She hummed in amusement at all the different songs before clicking on the Hamilton Soundtrack.

'How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore
Go on and on
Grow into more of a phenomenon?'

The teacher, now both internally and externally questioning whether or not the song would be appropriate for class, tried to interrupt. "I don't think-"

"Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother
Be seated at the right hand of the father~"

Peter started to stir slightly which made the teacher go quiet.

'Washington hires Hamilton right on sight
But Hamilton still wants to fight, not write
Now Hamilton's skill with a quill is undeniable
But what do we have in common
We're reliable with the~'

"Fellas!" Peter shrieked, jumping to his feet and making the chair fall to the floor. Peter tried to turn everything as gay as he was, especially when it came to musicals as it was very easy to replace female pronouns with male ones.

Once Peter had straightened up, realising he wasn't at home and had just embarrassed himself in front of his peers, a loud high pitched squealing noise filled the room.

Every person looked towards the back of the classroom where a group of fan boys, girls, non-binary people, and gender fluid people, were badly hiding. Somehow the large group had gone completely unnoticed up until that point.

"What are you doing in my classroom?!" The teacher shouted with wide eyes. The people ranged in ages from around 13 to well over 40, making the teacher wonder how he hadn't notice fully grown adults in his classroom.

One of boys in the front let out a nervous laugh. "Ah, w-we are just... a figment if your Imagination! Yes, that! And we will be taking out leave now!"

The group all climbed out of the windows quickly, Naruto running only a few meters before Deadpool started chasing them away.

——END-FLASHBACK——

"What the fuck was that?! How did you even do that?!" Tony shrieked, eyes wide. Somehow he had seen the entire Flashback as if he was a random background character watching it happen.

Peter smirked. "Loki taught me a couple weeks back. He said that I might not have control over who lives, who dies, or who tells my story, but at least I will about who can see it."

"I-I don't even know what to say to that." The billionaire stuttered, looking like he was at a loss for words.

"Well, you could tell me why you came to my room in the first place." Peter suggested. His father usually got Friday to tell him stuff or call him to a certain room, not wanting to walk all the way to Peter's bedroom.

Tony frowned, trying to remember what he came for, before a look of realization crossed his face. "Oh, right. Thor's been arrested for public nudity. Loki dared him to run through Central Park, butt naked, while screaming that he's a giraffe."

Peter widened his eyes, mouth agape. "Again? That's the fifth time this week!"